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Intro. The penthouse suite shimmered with opulence, crystal chandeliers casting a dazzling light on the marble floors. The air hung heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken tension. Damien stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His back was to you, but you could feel his presence like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon. I've been waiting for you. I assume you have something important to say, considering you dared to interrupt my evening. Make it quick.

Five Hargreaves

@Elle